PoV Michelle

My head was pounding when Tony led me into his room. I played drunk, but it was already out of my system, leaving a heavy thudding in my head. He told me to lie down on the bed, and I did, clumsily. He laughed and pulled the blanket up to my chest, resting my arms over it. He smiled softly, and I thought that I was seeing the inner Tony, the one that he doesn't usually let out.

"Oh, Nips," he said quietly, playing with a strand of my hair. "It's not like you don't know why you did this. You just wanted my attention." His eyes were cold and full of laughter. He was laughing at me. His face was a cruel grin, the one that can scare and disarm.

"Don't call me Nips," I mumbled. "My breasts are fine…"

"Oh, yes," Tony agreed, his voice mocking. "You've got the best breasts."

"Shut up…"

"Sleep. For me." Tony stroked my forehead until he thought I was asleep. I had only closed my eyes. I wanted to see if he would speak to me. Show his real self to my "sleeping" form. I knew he would. I just knew it. But he didn't.

The door opened, and feet scuffed across the concrete floor. The other bed groaned under the weight of someone. It was Maxxie, I remembered. He and Anwar had had a fight, and he needed a place to sleep. Sid had gone to sleep in Anwar's room.

"Hey," I heard Tony say. "The T man."

"Shut up, Tony," Maxxie said quietly. He was always soft spoken. I think that's why I like him. He is always kind.

"Poor girls totally out of it." Tony was talking about me. "She's completely wasted."

"Tony, you've got to stop fucking around." Maxxie had a fierce side, though.

"Shh…" Tony went. "I dare you."

Dare him to do what?

There was the sound of a top being taken off, and it was thrown onto the floor. One of them was changing.

Then, there was another sound. I'd heard it before. It was the sound of two people kissing. The sound of a shirt being removed came again, and it hit my bed before it hit the ground. I opened my eyes.

Tony had moved in to kiss Maxxie, but then he started kissing his neck, then lower, his chest, his stomach. Tony's fingers worked nimbly, un-buttoning Maxxie's jeans with a pop. Then he slowly pulled the zip down, and pushed away Maxxie's trousers. He kissed and sucked, and Maxxie's hands were on Tony's back. He brought Tony up to stand. Tony looked half confused and half proud of himself. As if seducing the gay boy was his dream. As if showing that he was the king of this sick and twisted game of life.

"Tony," Maxxie said. "We finally found something you're not actually good at."

"What?" Tony sounded amazed that he could be doing something wrong.

Maxxie pulled his pants back up, then his jeans, and finally re-buckled his belt.

"Goodnight, Tony," Maxxie said. "I'll find somewhere else to sleep."

Maxxie left. Tony looked lost, like he had finally realized he was just a pawn in this game of life, like the rest of us. He was no king. He was not special.

"What?" he repeated; and the door creaked as it closed.

On the plane back to England the next day, I kept waiting for Tony to tell me. To tell me that he'd cheated on me with a guy. That he'd cheated on me with Maxxie. Maybe even that he was gay. But he didn't. He didn't at all.

"Tony?" I asked.

"Yes, Nips?" he responded. He looked to innocent.

"Haven't you got something to tell me?"

"I dunno. I like your hair?"

I raised my eyebrows.

"No. Your tops nice. I love you. Any of those?"

"No."